“By all means,” Bern said to them with a sparkle in his eye, “don’t stop on our account. I do not mind watching.” “I bet you don’t,” Remy crooned, proud of how easily she volleyed back to these highborn fae. Bern chuckled into his drink. “Well-picked indeed, Hale.” He turned to her and said with a wink, “But don’t worry, darling, it’s not you I’d be watching.” “I’ve told you, it’s never going to happen between us, Bern.” Hale chuckled, though his eyes remained fixed on Remy. Bern laughed. “Every boy dreams of finding his prince.”
